A few moments later, a young girl walked into the room, holding a bouquet of flowers. Dwurin looked up and smiled softly at Mrs. Gjorme’s daughter. She shared very little of her mother’s accent, but she spoke in a roundabout way.
“Hello, Dahlia,”
Dahlia looked around, searching for something… or someone.
“Tantalum is gone. Borne away like the wind,”
“Oh,” Her cheeks flushed, her intent guessed. But she did not seem to be surprised. “The children are gone. Elorin asked me to tell you that he had a festival to get to tomorrow night, so he would not stay. And Grimmerly was itching to get going, so he and Iridium are gone too.”
“Thank you.”
She turned to go but seemed to hesitate.
“What is it?” Dwurin asked.
She turned back but scraped the ground nervously with her foot as she spoke. “Well, sir, I don’t understand something. And I hope I don’t overstep, but if I can say my say-so?” She stopped questioningly.
“Go on,”
“Well, earlier I was outside, and I was standing… I mean I was sweeping,” She faltered. “And then, I heard a slam of the door, the one out back. I looked up and all I saw was a flash of bright pink going into the forest. Well, I didn’t think much of it, until I told Grimmerly, and then it struck me; it was a girl that I saw. A girl running into the forest.”
Dwurin leapt to his feet. “When was this?” Dahlia had never seen him so angry. His eyes flashed with wrath as he grasped his staff.
“Maybe… maybe an hour ago.” She stuttered.
“Where is Grimmerly?” He asked, forgetting what he had just been told.
“He is gone.”
“When I catch him…” Dwurin, seething, muttered under his breath and shook his staff threateningly. “But that will have to be later, for I’ll have to follow Rhenium,” He relaxed his grip on his staff and sighed. “Thank you, Dahlia.” He started to leave. “Oh,” he called over his shoulder. “And nice flowers,” She blushed.
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